Prologue:
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient [bad word] break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

Epilogue:
glooming peace this morning with it brings,
The sun for sorrow will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.
Some shall be pardoned and some punished
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.